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Verse:
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When I was born, they found a silverspoon in my mouth;
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I had a barber just to curl my hair.
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If winter came, the mater carried me to the South;
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The point is that I had the best of care.
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Women and headwaiters fawned on me;
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Life was just a bore till it dawned on me
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That if I'd ever want to be a man among men,
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I'd have to be manhandled now and then.
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So
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Refrain:
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Treat me rough,
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Muss my hair,
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Don't you dare to handle
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Me with care.
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I'm not innocent child, baby;
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Make me woolly and wild.
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Treat me rough,
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Pinch my cheek,
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Kiss and hug and squeeze me
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Till I'm weak.
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I've been pampered enough, baby,
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Keep on treating me rough.
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Verse for Ella Fitzgerald:
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When I was born, they found a silverspoon in my mouth;
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And so I always had the best of care.
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When winter came up North, of course they motored me South
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Where I was princess in our villa there.
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Tutors and headwaiters fawned on me;
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Life was just a bore till it dawned on me
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The cushy sheltered way of life was really no fun!
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From now on some manhandling must be done.
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Treat Me Rough
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| Ella |
